So I am at work right now trying to be stealth, putting my itunes on this radio podcast that is all jams from the 90s, and that Savage Garden song Truly Madly Deeply just came on.   I hate that I am loving it, and using the powers of The Secret and metaphysics trying to telepathically make sure no one changes the station. 

I want to stand with you on a mountain, I want to bathe with you in the sea.

How does one even think to bathe with one's love in the sea?  I do not know or understand.  Obviously that is some higher experience of love than I have been subjected to.  I've never been bathed out of doors by a loved one.  Though my ex-bf once used a napkin to wipe my face after it was all busted following a hearty helping of BBQ turkey legs at the LA Fair.  Umm, moving on...Ok, this is not working great for my plan of people not knowing of my secret love for this song, as someone just walked by when I had the lyrics page up.  Why do they always make websites with lyrics, neon green with blinking ad for ringtones? Foiled again.

In other news that has nothing to do with sex baths, this morning on the way to work I passed my a fireman standing outside his station reading.    Firemen are by far the best looking group of co-workers ever.  Seriously, even the older not-cute ones are still cute!  And he was reading!  A book!  It could have been called "How to Fight Fires: The Book," thats fine.  Also, can I just say that they are the only group of men that looks just excellent in shorts.  Uch, I just tried to Google Image FDNY (This is for you, not me) and the results were all super cut calendar type shots.  No.  Where are the pictures of all the cute, bookish, Italian-y, Irish-y firefighters that are just doing it to put themselves through grad school?  Whew. Ok, back to TPS reports.